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The next morning Kurt woke with a start and had a moment of panic until he remembered where he was and why. He got up quietly and used the bathroom, then headed to the window for his morning prayer and meditation. He had been there about an hour when he heard Logan fall off his air mattress and utter a string of curses. Kurt was able to follow his progress using the mumble of curse words and thud of half asleep footfalls. When he had made it to the bathroom Kurt stood up and teleported to the kitchen to start making breakfast.
Logan walked into the kitchen to find Kurt at the stove cooking something blue. He turned and grinned at Logan.
"Guten Morgan! I'm making french toast if you'd like some." Logan nodded.
"Thanks. Do I smell coffee?"
"Yes. I found zhe coffeepot vhile I vas looking for a frying pan. I left you a cup beside it." He pointed with his tail to the opposite corner of the kitchen. Logan poured himself a cup and sat down at the table. A couple minutes later Kurt placed a plate in front of him containing a stack of blue french toast. Logan picked up the fork and poked at the top piece.
"This isn't going to kill me, is it?"
"Nein. Vhy vould I vant to kill you anyvay?" Logan cautiously cut off a corner and ate it.
"Hey, this is pretty good."
"Danke. It's my own secret recipe."
"So what makes it blue?"
"Vell, it could be some berries zhat I found yesterday and mixed into zhe batter." Kurt paused and watched Logan eye his food speculatively. "Or, it could simply be food coloring. I'll never tell." He grinned and took a huge bite of his own breakfast. Logan shook his head and took a drink of coffee. He noticed something yellow on the side and held it up to look closer. There was a bright cartoon sun smiling at him, along with the words 'You are my Sunshine!'
"Very funny Buttercup."
"I saw it and knew it vas perfect for you!"
"Yeah? Well maybe tomorrow you'll wake up painted pink."
"You vould have to vake up before me to do zhat, and I don't think it's going to happen." Kurt's smile was smug as he took a drink of his own coffee. "So vhat's zhe plan for today?"
"Well, since I got all the wiring done yesterday, today we can start putting up drywall. We'll have to go get it first, though."
"Excellent. Hopefully we can remain ahead of schedule."
So the week passed like that, with the two working hard and picking on each other. By Friday they had put up the walls, doors and a couple of windows and the upstairs rooms were ready for painting. The hardwood floors were swept clean and washed, ready to either be carpeted or left bare. Friday evening they were sitting on the porch with some beer and Logan had his customary cigar.
"So, what do you want to do tomorrow?"
"Sleep in." Kurt mimed falling asleep and fell off the railing. Before he could hit the ground he ported back up the the porch. "I am so tired it's not even funny."
"I dunno, that was kind of funny." Kurt stuck his tongue out at Logan. "So tomorrow night how about we celebrate? Get some hard liquor and drink to a job well done as well as the end of our freedom."
"You make it sound like ve're going to prison, not back to zhe mansion. Although, you might enjoy prison a little too much." Logan threw an empty beer can at him and he batted it away with his tail. "But zhat does sound like fun. Just no gin. I hate gin." He shuddered. "It gives me zhe vorst hangovers."
"Lots of gin, gotcha." Kurt threw the empty beer can back at him, and Logan caught it on a claw and tossed it aside. "I'll head into town now and get the supplies, and you can get a head start on your beauty sleep. You need it." Logan barely had time to dodge as Kurt tried to tackle him. Kurt went flying past him, rolled and landed on his feet.
"Next time, I vill not miss." He stuck his tongue out at Logan and ported inside to take a shower, as he felt like he was covered in dust. Logan drained his beer, stubbed out his cigar, got in the truck and drove down the driveway toward town.
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Kurt woke up the next morning feeling strange, like there was some kind of coating all over his skin. He opened his eyes to see what time it was and found a note hanging in front of his face. It read:
'K-
I don't have to wake up before you, just go to bed after you.
-L'
He stretched out his hand in front of his face and was not surprised to find it painted pink. He ported to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. He was painted entirely pink. He ported back to the living room, took hold of Logan and his air mattress and took them both to the swimming pool at the mansion. Once he was sure his friend wasn't going to sink he went back to the house to take another shower.
He was just scrubbing the last of the paint off his arm when the bathroom door slammed open and Logan stalked in.
"You're lucky I didn't have my phone in my phone in my pocket. Hurry up, I want to wash this chlorinated water off." Kurt rinsed the last of the pink off his hand and shut off the water.
"Hand me a towel, please." A fluffy white towel flew over the curtain and landed on his head. He wrapped it firmly around his waist and stepped out of the shower. "How did you get back?"
"My bike." The words came out almost as a growl.
"You know, I almost left you out in zhe middle of zhe voods." Kurt grinned, grabbed his pile of clothing and teleported out of the bathroom, leaving Logan smiling and shaking his head.
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Logan walked into the living room toweling off his hair and noted that Kurt had retrieved his air mattress, dried it off and put it back in its corner.
He walked into the kitchen to find Kurt making sandwiches.
"Did you have a nice shower, Sunshine? It's lunchtime, so I figured sandwiches vould vork."
"If you ever pull a stunt like that again I will beat the tar out of you."
"Vell, if I never vake up pink again, you vill never vake up in a swimming pool again. Deal?"
"Deal." Logan sat down and grabbed a beer out of the fridge. Kurt brought over two plates of sandwiches and put one in front of Logan, got a bottle of water out of the fridge, and sat down across him.
"So vhat is zhe plan for zhe afternoon?"
"Not much. I'm probably going to get my stuff gathered up and relax till about 6, then break out the hard stuff." He tapped his beer. "This is good as a beverage, but it doesn't do much to inebriate me."
"Ok, I'll probably get my belonging togezher as vell, zhen read my book. I vill start vith beer, since I don't have powers that neutralize most alcohol." Logan stuck his tongue out at Kurt and took a bite of his sandwich. "Oh my goodness! You did somezhing fun!"
"You're pushing it, Buttercup."
"Nein, I don't think I am. Yet." He grinned and finished his sandwich. "I'm just getting warmed up. By zhe vay, your turn for dishes." He ported out of the kitchen, leaving Logan chuckling.
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Kurt was relaxing in the front yard, reading his book and enjoying the warmth of the evening when a can of beer plopped into his lap.
"Six o'clock, Buttercup. Drink up." Kurt closed his book and opened the beer. Logan held up his glass and they clinked their drinks together. "Want to make a fire in the backyard? It would help get rid of all those bushes and we could roast stuff on it."
"Zhat vould be cool. I've never drank around a fire before."
"Then you're missing out on a great tradition. Let's go get it set up." Kurt stood up and they walked around to the back of the house. They gathered dead sticks and shrubbery and piled them up, then Logan poured lighter fluid over the pile and dropped the end of his cigar on top. After a minute the cigar caught the fluid on fire and soon everything was burning merrily. Logan dragged a log over so they could sit on it, then disappeared into the house. He emerged carrying a cooler which turned out to be full of ice, beer, rum and soda. A bag that hung from his arm contained hot dogs, buns, condiments and marshmallows.
It was a beautiful night to be sitting around a fire, drinking and roasting hot dogs and marshmallows. Kurt switched from beer to rum, and Logan started doubling the amount in his drinks, so it didn't take long for them to get fairly tipsy.
"Hey Logan?"
"Yeah Kurt?"
"Vant to know vhat you have in common vith zhe drivevay?" Kurt's accent was so thick that Logan had to translate in his head before he could answer.
"What's that?"
"You're both about as straight as a circle!" They both burst into uproarious laughter at that.
"Well, what do you call a gay Native American?"
"Vhat?"
"A brave sucker!" More laughter and jokes followed.
Eventually the fire died down and they were left looking at coals. The night had grown quiet and Kurt looked at Logan to see him staring a him. Suddenly Logan grabbed him and pulled him close. Kurt panicked for a minute until he felt Logan press his lips to his. After a shocked second, he responded in kind, wrapping is arms around Logan and reveling in the heady rush that came from fervently kissing his friend. When they fell off the log, he teleported them to Logan's air mattress, where the kissing grew gentler, more leisurely.
(Break)
The first thing Kurt was aware of when he awoke was being incredibly warm and comfortable. He snuggled back against the heat source, not wanting to move. The second thing he was aware of was his horrendous hangover. His eyes snapped open as he realized what the heat source must be. Was that his shirt lying in rags on the floor? He wiggled a little out from under Logan's arm. Well, he tried to anyway. Logan tightened his hold as soon as he tried to put some distance between them.
"Logan! Vake up!" Kurt jabbed him in the side with his tail.
"What? Oh, sorry, Kurt. You're warm." Logan released him and Kurt rolled away to face him.
"Logan? Last night, did ve...?" Logan looked confused.
"Did we what?" Then he took stock of the situation. They were both shirtless, cuddled up together in the same bed. There had been large quantities of alcohol consumed. "Oh. Well, that depends. Is your ass sore?"
"It's one of zhe only parts of me zhat isn't."
"Then no, we didn't. Trust me on this one, if we had, you would be sore." Kurt had opened his mouth with a comeback when his stomach lurched, and he ported to the bathroom. Logan was puzzled until he heard the retching noises coming from the bathroom. Glancing at his watch, he was surprised by how early it was. He sighed and got up, made his way to the bathroom to sit on the floor beside Kurt and rub his back as he voided his stomach. When he was done, Logan wet a washcloth and wiped his face, then picked him up and carried him to the living room. Tucking him into his still-warm bed, he ignored the protests and issued orders.
"You stay right here. I'm going to go get you a drink and some aspirin, and then you're going to sleep the rest of this off. Understood?" Kurt nodded silently, too tired to argue. Logan came back a few minutes later with a cup and two pills.
"Take these, and drink all of this. It's an old hangover remedy." Kurt took the pills and drank the liquid without protest, then flopped back down and buried his head in the blankets. Logan took the cup to the kitchen, made his own trip to the bathroom and was rummaging in his bag for some clothes when a tail wrapped around his leg.
"Logan?" The blankets said.
"Yeah?"
"Vill you cuddle me? Please?" Logan sighed before he climbed in beside Kurt, pulled him against him and settled in. "Danke, Logan."
"You're welcome. Now go to sleep." He was rewarded with a soft snore. Logan closed his eyes and wondered how much he had had to drink. He had a mild hangover, which was more than he'd had in a long time. He drifted off, wondering what the rest of the day would bring.
He awoke some hours later to Kurt gently easing himself out of his bed and walking out of the room. The shower started up a few minutes later and Logan extracted himself from the blankets and began deflating his air mattress and packing his stuff. He sighed. It had been such a nice week, and tomorrow it was back to normal. Kurt walked in as he was stuffing his air mattress into it's bag. He was considering just clawing some holes in it when it finally slid into place. He looked up to see Kurt toweling off his hair and was glad to see that he looked a lot better than he had earlier this morning.
"Feeling better?"
"Very much, thanks. Vhatever vas in zhat drink you gave me worked vonders."
"Glad to hear it. You hungry?"
"Ravenous."
"That's because it's after lunch time. Come on, today I'll make you food."
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Kurt looked dubiously at the food sitting in front of him.
"Vhat did you say zhis vas again?"
"It's tomato soup and a grilled cheese sandwich. It's good after a night of drinking. Nutritious, but easy on the stomach. Do I need to make it blue for you to eat it?" Kurt sighed and picked up the sandwich, dunked it in the soup and took a cautious bite.
"Hey, not bad."
"I told you."
"Shush." They finished their lunch in silence, and Logan put the dishes in the sink to be washed later.
"Have anything planned for the rest of the afternoon, Kurt?"
"Not really, vhy?"
"I was going to take a hike, if you wanted to join me."
"Sure, zhat vould be a good end to zhe veek."
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They walked in a random direction through the woods, both lost in thought and enjoying the woods and each other's company. Logan happened to look down and see that Kurt was barefoot once again.
"If you step on something pointy, I'm not carrying you home."
"Zhen I shall be sure not to step on you." Kurt grinned at Logan and ported up into a tree. "Besides, I vouldn't need you to carry me anyvhere." He ported back down to walk beside Logan. They continued on their way for a while.
"Hey Sunshine?"
"What, Buttercup?"
"I've been meaning to ask you, vhy don't you have to attend training and do chores like zhe rest of us?"
"Well, I do have to do training, it's just special training in the danger room. As for chores, you could say I have more... dangerous chores than sweeping or emptying trash cans."
"Vhat do you mean by zhat?" Logan sighed. He knew he would eventually have to tell Kurt if they continued their friendship.
"Well, basically I'm an assassin. When a mutant goes rogue and starts killing people with their powers and can't be persuaded to stop, one of 6 of us hunts them down and ends it. By whatever means necessary. Myself and another live here, 4 others travel around as needed. When I got you that necklace," He pulled Kurt's necklace out from under his shirt. He hadn't taken it off. "I was in Atlanta hunting down a guy with abilities like Rogue, except he had no issues with using them. He was draining people and leaving them to die, just for the fun of it. He thought he couldn't be hurt, so he was cocky. Let me get close enough to put a claw through his head." They had stopped walking in a small clearing and the silence was very loud. "Say something, please." Kurt considered before speaking carefully.
"Vell, I can't say I agree vith it. Zhe Bible is very clear about killing. But, if it vill save innocents, I can be ok vith it. I don't like it, but I can accept it." They looked at each other for a long time until Kurt reached up and took Logan's face in his hands. He looked at him for a moment more, then very gently pulled him closer until their lips met. This time the kiss was slow, gentle, more comfort than passion. Logan had just put his arms around Kurt when both of their phones went off. They ignored them, but when they went off a second time they broke apart. Breathing heavily, Logan pulled out his phone and read the message:
'Trouble. Come home.'
"We gotta go, there's trouble at the mansion." Kurt nodded and grasped Logan's forearm, porting them to his room.